| Ooh, you
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| Ooh, you
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| If I got everything I want on album 3
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| And I grew up and became who I want to be
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| Why am I lying when I say I feel content?
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| I don’t wanna say too much
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| But what’s a meltdown between friends?
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| Woah (Fuck it)
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| Maybe I could use a couple yes-men
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| My self-esteem could use some obsession
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| Some ups in my direction
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| Chicka-chicka-from at least One Di-One Direction
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| (Not Zayn though, Harry though, what’s up)
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| Fuck it
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| I don’t even care, though
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| A broken escalator’s still stairs, though
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| I got a little taller since the first show
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| Maybe if I look real close, I’ll see you in the-
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| Ooh, ohh, I’ll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ooh, ohh, you can find me in the rumours, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| If you could see the things
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| That I see when I sleep
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| Then you’d be paranoid like me
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| Ooh, ohh, I’ll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m a ray of sunshine, look at me
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| Everywhere I go, I’m poisoning (Yeah)
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| Everyone whose eyes look up to me
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| And while I’m alone (Um)
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| I could fill a fucking university with all the things
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| That keep me company when all I want is sleep
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| Cause demons drive their limo
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| Straight up to my window
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| Like they’re motherfucking Postmates and late
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| God damn, hot damn
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| Bill Gates, hey
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| Let me talk to Elon Musk, man
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| Where the fuck is my flying truck, bitch?
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| Put down a hundred bucks
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| Shit never showed up, what’s up? |
| That’s fucked
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| Like how if everything could go away
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| I never had it anyway
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| If I’m the guy from Castaway, that makes you Wilson, hate to say
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| And everything I know is gonna kill me in the end
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| But we’ll get there when we get there when we get there when we get there when
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| we-
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| Ohhh, yeah, we did it this time
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| We really did it
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| Take a second, gonna breathe
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| You and me
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| Otto, Geoff, you guys are doing great
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| We’re gonna do this one more time
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| Okay
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| Fuck everyone and everything
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| And every single magazine
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| That made me think I’m not enough
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| It’s really fucking crippling
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| The way I’m Michael Scott-o Sebringing it
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| I’m Geoff and I’m Otto nose-ringing it
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| I am not about the «he said, she said» bullshit
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| Dudes with beards online like to say shit
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| Tweeting middle fingers up from their day shift
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| But I was just like them, just hating
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| I gave up everything, something to nothing
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| This song is the recipe, curses, my blessings
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| I haven’t seen family, hoping they’re proud of me
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| Missing on holidays, give people more
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| But then there’s nothing left of me
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| Ooh, ohh, I’ll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ooh, ohh, you can find me in the rumours, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| If you could see the things
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| That I see when I sleep
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| Then you’d be paranoid like me
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| Ooh, ohh, I’ll see you in the future, yeah, yeah, yeah |